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Surviving Dead
I don’t know if it is still a thing by the time you read this, but did you know that in Minecraft there was a bug where the Ender Dragon’s breath attack would still kill you even if you were holding a totem of undying? You would lose your items and then come back where you last set your spawn…
Cross-posted on AO3 here: Surviving Dead
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Cleo was born the day after she died.
Now, that probably doesn’t make much sense, does it? Unless you know Cleo pretty well. Then you would agree that the statement suits her.
She was a zombie, after all.
You might be able to tell if you spent enough time around her. Would notice the scar beneath her eye that never fully healed or faded. Or notice the way her hair and nails never grew any longer. The pale, bloodless skin that almost looked green in certain lighting was probably the biggest clue, though.
But it was more than that, though. Unlike the rest of the hermits who weren’t ‘undead,’ she left no trace.
Joe was the first one to notice it after she joined the server. She had misjudged the distance on her leap. The ground came rushing up to meet here.
“Whoah!”
She knew it wouldn’t hurt when the bones broke. That she of all people had the least to worry about if she died. Respawn was a nuisance that lost you time and left you scrambling to refind your items. But that didn’t stop the fear from seizing up her arms and legs. Her brain still went blank with panic, rendering the water bucket in her inventory useless. She always did have a fear of heights, and therefore afraid of the ground itself.
ZombieCleo fell from a high place
Cleo rolled out of bed with an annoyed sigh. At least she didn’t have to travel far without armor or tools.
Joe was waiting for her with a chest back by the cliffside. He sat on its lid, twiddling his thumbs, when she picked her way back down.
“I put your stuff in the chest,” he offered, slipping off the lid. ”I wasn’t sure where you would have set your spawn…”
“Oh, my bed’s not far.” She flipped open the lid. Sure enough, he had laid out the armor, pick, and sword carefully along the base of the chest so they wouldn’t scratch against each other. There were also a few stray ink sacks and a flower piled in the corner. When had she picked up those?
“You know, Cleo, I… uh… I saw you fall back there.”
If it had been anyone other than Joe, she would have rolled her eyes. “Yes, I realize. No need to go rubbing it in my face now. I never claimed to be good at survival.”
“No! No no no,” Joe threw his hands out, shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Then what did you mean?”
The chest lid creaked closed once more. Now Cleo was the one to sit down on top of it so she could lace up her armor. The buckles on the chestplate were difficult to undo with undead fingers still half numb from respawning.
Another set of hands reached into view. Joe picked up the next strap down. He slid the leather through the metal clasp for her with ease. “I don’t know… I just… I’ve never seen you drop dead right in front of me before. Or if I did I never really noticed. It looked like you didn’t leave a body behind. You vanished the instant you hit the dirt.”
“Ah.”
When your average person died, their body lingered for a moment. There would be a flash of pain as the damage to their flesh and bones set in before their consciousness moved on. The husk they had left behind would linger for a moment, nothing more than an empty shell without a soul and nowhere to go. And after that short moment passed and reality caught up with the newly respawned hermit, the body would fade away only to eventually appear sometime later as nothing more than a hollow shell destined to wander the land looking for the piece of itself that had moved on without it. Forevermore looking for something to fill the gaping hole left inside.
A zombie, if you will.
Cleo didn’t have that issue. She had never come across previous iterations of herself. There were no other Cleo’s wandering around the caves like there were Joes, or Jevins, or Bdubs, or any other hermit, really. Nor would that ever happen.
She stopped bothering with the chest plate and moved on to the boots. She let Joe take it over instead. Regular laces were easier to tackle when you didn’t have circulation in your hands.
Joe took the chest plate without question. He sat down on the chest next to her, sliding the large piece of armor into his lap as he moved. Brown eyes flicked back and forth behind green glasses from the chest plate to Cleo’s face and back again.
“It’s fine. It’s FINE. It’s just a thing I do,” she muses. “One of those things that comes with not actually being alive. Don’t go worrying about it.”
“Are you sure it’s alright?”
“Of course. It’s normal for me.”
“Does it hurt?”
“B-what?!” Cleo dropped her half-tied laces. It took a moment for her to register what he was asking before she broke down laughing. Some of the tension left Joe’s shoulders as he realized she wasn’t upset. He even chuckled along nervously.
“No,” she said once she recomposed herself. “If anything, it hurts less when I respawn than it would when you do.” Part of it was because she didn’t have a body that would linger. Part of it was because her dead nerve endings couldn’t send out those sorts of signals at the rate a normal human body could. They were stunted and slow in comparison.
She finished up with the laces and pulled out the leggings. There were more straps on these, but she only had to loosen a few to slip back inside.
“I’m sorry,” Joe said with a nervous smile. “I guess I never really thought about how things might be different for you, with you being a zombie and all. “You’ve just been Cleo for as long as I’ve known you, and then something like that happens in front of my face and I can’t help but think, ‘Oh! That’s different.’”
“In all fairness, you met me after all this happened.” She motioned to herself.
“If I might ask, how did it happen?”
The strap fell from between her fingers.
“Only if it’s alright with you, though,” Joe added. He had finished up with the chest plate by now. It rested in his lap, waiting for whenever she was ready to throw it on. He leaned over. One shoulder gently bumped against her side. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. But if you do want to…”
She pursed her lips. "I don't think it's a matter of me not wanting to. It's more like I don't think I can."
Joe's nervous eyes narrowed. She could practically see the gears in his brain go into motion as he tried to parse out what she meant. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
"That’s not it. It’s more like there isn't much for me to remember. I can't recall."
Her life before her undeath was an empty gap in her mind. Sometimes there were vague notions and feelings that crept up behind her when she least expected it. For instance, she had a feeling she had been a teacher in her previous life. It was her best guess considering the odd sense of deja vu that set in whenever she lectured one of the other hermits. It felt right.
Cleo was also fairly certain that who she had been before her untimely undeath had been a lot like who she was now. She wasn’t your typical wandering zombie. She didn’t hunger to fill some empty feeling deep inside. She still had a soul. A personality. A need to explore interests and desires. There was talent in her hands that let her build palaces and raise crops. That had to have come from somewhere.
“Do you at least know how it happened?”
Sort of. But that wasn’t a very good answer.
“The first thing I can remember was being afraid. More afraid than I have ever been since,” she started. One leg of armor was fully strapped on. Her leg was firmly strapped into the greave of the other, covering everything from the knee down. The cuisse that was supposed to be covering her thigh was still hanging from the knee. Her hands moved automatically to finish tightening the leather fastenings into place.
“It was like I just woke up that way. One moment everything’s dark, and then the next, my eyes fly open and all I can think about is ‘I can’t breathe.’ I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move either, even though it felt like I was shaking like a leaf.“
It hurt like crazy, too. Not that I was physically hurt as far as I could tell later. But I suppose it’s a bit like how you describe dying from fall damage. You guys all say that you come back feeling like every bone in your body should be broken.”
But for me, it felt different. My skin burned like I had just been dipped in acid. When I closed my eyes, I saw an endless black sky and glowing purple eyes staring back at me. There was a little bit of that fear of falling, too. Like I thought I should have been falling through an abyss instead of lying down-“
“So that’s why you don’t like the End,” Joe cuts her off, eyes widening in realization. He pats a closed fist within the palm of his other hand like he’s just cracked a particularly difficult code.
“I don’t mind the End,” she snaps, playfully jabbing him in the side with an elbow. “I just have no illusions about it. I am fully aware that it is a terrible, dangerous place. And I have a healthy sense of self-preservation, unlike the rest of you.”
By now her legs are fully strapped into the armor. Joe offers the chest plate. He holds it up for her so she can slip inside. Then he reaches for the buckles at her side while she holds it in place. “We’re all professionals here. I’ll have you know that last time we beat the dragon I only cried once and died thrice.”
This time, Cleo really did roll her eyes. “Somehow, that’s still better than what I managed on that trip. Now where was I? Oh! So yeah, it didn’t feel like my bones were broken. I don’t think I died of fall damage, at least.”
“But the really weird part was that I woke up underground. In a box. Someone had gone and buried me. They must have thought I had been dead dead. No respawn. No fading body. Just me. And I suppose I was dead. It’s not like I have a heartbeat for them to feel anymore.
“It was pitch black down there. It took some fumbling around, but I managed to feel some other things in the box with me. There were jagged bits of ceramic. Couldn’t tell what those were. Some dead flowers were up by my head. They were nothing but dried-out leaves and petals at that point. And then there was a diamond pick. Whoever had buried me had been nice enough to put the pick in the box with me before closing the casket.
“It wasn’t enchanted, but it was better than nothing. There wasn’t much room to move around in the box. I couldn’t sit up straight or bend far enough to reach my toes, so I used the spike on one end to start scratching at the lid over my chest. It was the best I could do since I couldn’t swing it.
“The scraping noise it made was awful, but eventually I managed to break through. Soil came raining down as soon as I did. The hole I made widened as the dirt pressing down on it shifted. It all came down on top of me.
“It was heavy and it was everywhere; pressing down on my lungs, pinning my arm down… It got threateningly close to where I might just accidentally breathe it in…
“It felt like I would suffocate down there. In retrospect, it’s a good thing I don’t actually need to breathe. If I had, I probably would have been stuck in a death loop, assuming that my spawn was there at the time. It would have had to have been since that casket was the last place I had slept. And I was definitely having a panic attack so you can be sure there was no oxygen left in that box.
“And then I had to make the whole situation worse by pulling more dirt in. There was too much on top of the box. If I pushed out, it wouldn’t go anywhere. So it had to go somewhere. I had to use that pick to shove as much dirt as I could off to the bottom of the casket where my feet were.
“That seemed to do the trick, though. Once some of that soil wasn’t piled on top of the lid anymore, the ground had a bit more give to it. I could drag myself out through the mud, hand over hand…
She was vaguely aware that Joe had stopped messing with the straps hanging from her chest plate. Instead, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. The armor clattered at the sudden movement. “Joe-?”
His eyes were watery behind the lenses of his glasses. His other arm pulled her in for a tighter squeeze. “You must have been so scared.”
Yeah. That’s pretty much how she started explaining all this. Still, it was Joe. “Yeah.” She awkwardly brought her own arm up so she could pat his back reassuringly. “But it’s alright now.”
He returned her pat with a well-meaning one of his own against her shoulder, only to wince as the edge of her armor dug into his ribs. She pulled away and he didn’t protest. “But I still don’t get it. How did that death end up so different?”
“I’m not entirely sure after that. I just kinda rolled with what happened around me after that. It didn’t take me too long to figure out I had a few quirks. But there was one thing about that dumb box that gave me an idea or two about what happened.”
One of Joe’s eyebrows went up.
“I, uh… I went back to the gravesite later. It was so surreal, but I ended up digging it back up to check the casket for clues. It took me a while to clear out all the dirt that had spilled in from the top, but remember when I mentioned those little ceramic things I didn’t recognize?”
Joe nodded.
‘Well, when I looked at them in the daylight, they looked like broken pieces of a totem of undying.”
She paused, giving Joe plenty of time to mull over what she had just said. She watched his face flicker from one expression to another: from contemplation to confusion, to disbelief, to bewilderment. “Are you saying that you must have used a totem and it didn’t work?”
“I’m saying I don’t know for sure,” she stated plainly. “But I suspect that a totem went off and it only partially worked.”
It made sense to her. Totems bound the soul to the body in times of extreme duress. The latent power inside was so strong that it could heal in an instant and protect the flesh from future damage, if only for a little while. So let’s say the totem wasn’t fully charged, or didn’t break fast enough, or whatever other possible mishap happened that she could reasonably think of. Was it really that unreasonable to think that the totem only half worked? It could have succeeded in anchoring her soul to this body but hadn’t been enough to actually save her.
The last few buckles on her chest plate slid into place. She was once more fully protected from the dangers of this world. Or as protected as she could manage. Both she and Joe stood up. He gave her a few steps worth of space so she could pick up the chest.
“That’s actually terrifying to think about,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets. “I wonder if you got bugged out. Have you talked to Xisuma? Or any other admin on any other server?”
Cleo nodded. “I have. X took a look and it doesn’t show that there’s anything wrong with me. If it was a bug, it would be server-related. I am what I am no matter where I go, remember?”
“I know. I know. It’s just.. How does that even happen?”
She shrugged and smiled. “Your guess is as good as mine.” That’s all it really was, anyway. A guess. “Now come on. We’ve wasted enough time here. I need to get down in the mines if I’m going to have any diamonds this season.”
#whumptober 2023#prompt no. 25#“Buried alive”#hermitcraft#creative writing#zombiecleo#joe hills#zombiecleo-centric#painful respawns#broken respawn#zombie zombiecleo
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The last few people had logged off the server, leaving it in its burnt, damaged state.
She knew where Gem would be.
Cleo scaled up the ladder and clambered up to the rickety roof of Joel’s tower — where you could look out on the entire server.
Sure enough, Gem was perched on the railing, sitting on the edge with nothing to support her but the wind, staring in the direction of the Secret Keeper.
Cleo looked around at the short cobble walls. Grian had told her that he’d hid away here. Not a bad strategy, overall. You could shut yourself here and forget everywhere else existed.
“Hey, Cleo.”
“Am I that loud?” Cleo joked weakly.
“Who else?”
Cleo watched as the last remains of the green flesh flaked off Gem’s skin, leaving her regular human tones. “No more zombies now, then? Good job, anyway. Killing people left and right.”
“Not you, though.”
“Not me. Only way I’m going out is my way. I’d rather die on my own stupidity than someone else’s callousness.” Cleo allowed a hint of pride to enter her voice. “You were great zombies, though.”
“We weren’t zombies.” Gem turned and hopped down from the railing.
Cleo noticed that unlike the other zombies, or even Scott or Grian, Gem didn’t have a single scratch or injury, save one neat bandage that no doubt was due to Scar’s reckless arrows.
Which meant the blood splattering her face wasn’t her own. “What do you mean?”
“That’s not how zombies work. No offence, Cleo, but most zombies aren’t sentient.”
Cleo blinked. “No worries, I know they aren’t. I kill plenty of them at night.”
“So you should know how they work. They’re mindless. They lurch along, they kill without thinking, they probably bump into trees.”
Gem tilted her head. “They don’t set TNT traps, or betray their teammates, or ask for permission to kill their wife’s perceived murderer.”
Cleo’s mouth was dry. “So you’re saying…”
“I’m saying the apocalypse wasn’t zombies, Cleo. It was human.”
Horribly, incredibly human.
Cleo remembered when they were up on the tower, staring at the others down below, condemning them as monsters.
Somehow, it was better to think of them as a mindless horde and not people she’d been laughing and arguing with a session ago.
Gem was watching her. “You know I’m right. Look at Pearl. Was running from us, convinced we were infected or something but once she realised she had permission to kill, she went in. Even unleashed a warden, or two. That’s how quickly we switch.”
Ironically, Cleo realised, the roles had been swapped this session. The humans were chasing the zombie, but it hadn’t been any different.
“That’s not true,” Cleo said, “It’s not all bad. Did you know, Grian snuck down from this tower to check on his magma pet, and I was there too. And so was Etho. He didn’t kill us.”
Irritation flashed across Gem’s face. “He didn’t kill you? If he had, or, like, told us your location or something, we could’ve all just gone after Scott, and, and, the task would’ve succeeded…”
She trailed off, and looked at Cleo. “Is that the point you’re trying to make here?”
Cleo shrugged.
“Alright, I get it,” Gem grumbled, “No need to rub your holier-than-thou alliance and great morals in my face.”
“Well, no one asked you to put your task over your bandmates.”
Gem didn’t say anything to that.
“It’s not as if I’m exactly a paragon of morality either.” Cleo continued.
“I guess not.” Gem gave a short laugh. “Neither am I. You know, all the murder and stuff? I don’t feel bad! In fact, I feel great. I feel proud of myself for it.”
“…I feel you should be a little less bloodthirsty.”
Gem smiled at Cleo, an innocent, cheerful smile that would have been such if not for the circumstances. “Oh, no.”
Cleo was suddenly feeling very unsafe on the highest platform on the server. She wished Etho was here, or even Grian.
She knew Gem couldn’t take any lives, not now, not when the session was already over. But still…
Cleo raised her sword to stop the axe swing that came, but it was a feint, and her sword hit nothing.
Gem dramatically swung her axe back into her inventory.
“You really thought I would attack you?” Gem said.
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t,” Cleo retorted curtly.
“That’s true,” Gem conceded. “But the curse is just so- it’s so freeing, Cleo? Can’t you see? You could do anything.”
“Uh- no thanks. Session’s over, anyway,” Cleo pointed out.
“That’s true. But I’m still kinda cursed, you know.”
In response, Cleo warily raised her sword. But all that Gem did was deliver a mock salute before logging off with a chirpy “See you next week!”
Cleo stood silently. There had been one zombie on the platform just now. Her.
And thinking about it, she wasn’t sure if there hadn’t been two.
#concept: gem is simply evil#god forbid women do anything#oh no this story turned into that are humans good/evil thing again#that’s great i don’t care#geminitay#zombiecleo#gem centric but i did put in some cleo stuff because etho sparing his allies was so woahwhaha#secret life fanfic#secret life#secret life smp#life series#trafficblr
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Again, if you found this before the Start Post or TIES’ post, go back and read! I’m going through and analyzing the matching wounds for each LimL alliance
Continuing off of TIES’ section; they all had a shaky past with Bdubs, so it’s really no surprise they ended up in conflict with the Clockers
But speaking of the Clockers, let’s look at them next. For the Clockers, all three of them have issues with day 1 crews, on how they focus on this randomized group above all else. Except they have different issues regarding it
There was a lot of Bdubs slander in the TIES section so let’s start with him. I’ve already mentioned that he’s very headstrong, but he Is well meaning. For the Crastle, he was acting in defense of Cleo and everyone who sought shelter in their walls. For the snow fort, he was acting in defense of Etho, seeing team BEST as a conduit for this. In DL he poured his heart and soul into his alliance with Impulse. The connection with these three is also shown symbolically- remember, it’s canon that he was married to all three in their respective seasons! His loyalties lay with them above all else, and everything he did was always done For Them
(And yes, the marriage thing makes it Hella Weird with LimL introducing family dynamics. Personally, I go chronologically with things. If the marriage was introduced Before the family dynamics, the marriage is what I go with. If the family dynamics were introduced Before the marriage, the family dynamics are what I go with. It’s not perfect, especially with SL calling back to LimL, but moving on)
But with him pouring everything into defending his One Person, he has a bad habit of either disregarding or outright hurting other allies. In his mind, once they’ve become a threat, they will always Be a threat to him and his One Person.
In 3L, I would argue the firing squad wasn’t about the helmet, but about Dare to Flare, the deadly minigame Tango had set up as a loophole for murder. Bdubs thought the lesson would be learned and Tango would just. Go back to being their ally, but he didn’t see that he’d just pushed Tango away. Bdubs was also quick to catch that Impulse was playing all sides, losing his trust in him even as Cleo wanted to keep Impulse as a double agent.
Bdubs went along with it for her, the same way he went along with other alliances that Cleo had decided to negotiate. But when Cleo was gone before him, he was completely lost! The moments after Cleo’s death are honestly HARROWING from Bdubs’s point of view. One moment they’re talking, the next Cleo is attacking Ren and is struck down. Bdubs is surrounded, he is alone, and is made to understand that nobody is coming to save him, not even Impulse, who was present for this! I think a part of him blames Impulse specifically for Cleo’s death, with Impulse failing to act against Dogwarts in that moment. It’s irrational as hell but that’s where he’s at. Impulse was playing all sides and, in Bdubs’ mind, had just cost him the One Person Bdubs truly cared about
So again, OF COURSE he turned on Impulse!! He had zero reason to trust him!!
In LL things got oh so much more complicated. I don’t think Bdubs ever intended to be a part of a larger group, he only intended to be with Etho. So he was Mainly tolerating Tango and Skizz so long as 1) they helped the overall group and 2) Etho wanted to stay. Except Tango and Skizz were clumsy on missions and had issues communicating with him and Etho, who were very close and had an easier time planning and communicating. Etho’s lighthearted jabs at this turned sharper through Bdubs’ comments and actions. I think Bdubs was frustrated with being put in the same situation he was in last season- having to stay with an alliance he Did Not Want for the sake of his One Person, and his comments/actions reflect that
He was willing to see them die and use them for Lives for the overall group, but he wasn’t willing to let Etho go down- which is again seen in the Wither fight. It’s also seen in his final death, with him turning on his fellow Reds since he thought it meant he could make it back to Etho’s side
Then in DL, he doesn’t learn his lesson! He only doubles down, making it clear to Impulse where his loyalties lie. Bdubs Only Cares About Impulse, and they’re more than willing to watch the world burn as a unit. Bdubs wanting them to be home wreckers also serves as him putting his foot down- refusing to be a part of alliances he doesn’t like. I don’t think they had any allies this season aside from one another, which honestly worked perfectly for them in DL!! Bdubs was able to fulfill a role that came naturally to him and Impulse didn’t have to worry about the stress of maintaining a larger group
And it’s because they worked so well together that Bdubs can’t wrap his head around the idea that He Killed Impulse. Bdubs knows that he would never, EVER, do something like that to his One Person, so Impulse asking for an apology in LimL comes as a complete shock to him.
And I think it’s something that affects LimL for him as a whole, but also ties back to the setting. Again, it’s made clear that Nobody is surviving this, so it would be pointless for Bdubs to act in defense of his One Person. With him being unable to focus on this as his motivation, he’s forced to focus on a group, on the Clockers (HOWEVER he still has his devastating connection to Etho and that’s not going away anytime soon). This also forces him to confront the issues that caused previous teams to fail
And I’d argue Cleo’s in a very similar spot as him
Cleo’s loyalties had always been her day 1 crew, with her standing by them regardless of what happened. They belonged to the group and the group belonged to them as equals. If the ship was going down, then goddamnit Cleo would go down with it, which is especially seen in 3L with her attacking Ren. Cleo wanted to be done with this war and this entire conflict and thought that if they just struck now, if they just killed Ren, their issues would be over. Remember, the Crastle’s main conflict was regarding Dogwarts! Cleo didn’t know who to trust because Impulse was always acting all buddy-buddy with the red banners and Tango was off doing his own thing.
I think this is also why Cleo ran off to Scott as a backup alliance before then- Scott presents himself as being a safe person, someone who stays out of conflict but defends himself when needed. Cleo needed that backup alliance for reassurance, since it was clear that Bdubs was likely going to die before her. Not only that but the aforementioned trust issues with the rest of her party. (And yes! This is a contradiction of them “going down with the ship,” we call that a Character Flaw)
Except that plan falls through when Scott dies, by Ren’s hand no less, and Cleo’s right back in the scenario they’d been in before. They’re right back to wondering when the other shoe was going to drop
So them attacking Ren was a moment of frustration, wanting clarity and lashing out against the source of her problems; Ren
Except this act is what did Cleo in, and she never really got to see where any of them stood. Well, except for Bdubs but I already discussed him At Length
LL was again, an ENTIRE mess for Cleo. The whole gimmick in LL was there to make people distrust the people around them, and BOY HOWDY did Cleo distrust people! She was never fully sold on the Fairy Fort but thought that if they just stayed together, then they’d be able to defend each other- strength in numbers! Really, BigB was the only person that Cleo fully trusted, with them having their own separate base together and Cleo going to BigB when she didn’t trust the rest of the group.
Again, she values her day 1 ally above all else, and in this season that was BigB. They stood together as equals, even with Lizzie and Ren at their side.
Which makes it all the more heartbreaking when BigB turned on her, because she would never, EVER do the same to him. They were equals, it was them against the world and BigB had just gone against that bond. Cleo also refuses to emphasize with his perspective because of the fact that BigB had AMPLE opportunity to tell Cleo he was cursed, but he just Didn’t. She trusted him, she trusted the fort, and she would never make that same mistake twice
Cleo once again retreated to Scott. He and Pearl welcomed her with open arms and provided what stability they could for her, considering Cleo was flirting with death every other episode. They also helped Cleo get her revenge, making it abundantly clear that they stood With Her. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, both of them told her when they were the boogeyman. There were Zero secrets between the three of them and Cleo was never given a reason to question their loyalty. Communication is key!
And here’s where things flip. Cleo goes from supporting her day 1 crew above all else, to the understanding that a day 1 crew isn’t a guarantee. Said crew has only ever caused her problems, and Cleo only ever found stability with her second option
So when DL rolls around, Cleo’s left in a weird spot. Their day 1 ally is the one person who was ever stable for them, Scott, with her designated ally, Martyn, causing problems right off the bat. Except Martyn isn’t the only one that brings trouble for them, with Pearl being a near constant threat to her and Scott. Both her first option, And her backup are causing problems. So now it’s not a question of who’s loyal to her, but who she wants to align herself with.
And Cleo Doesn’t Know. She stays with Scott for the most part, but is also willing to hear Martyn out as he makes a fool of himself trying to get her back. But I think the main thing that draws Cleo back to Martyn is the fact that they’re linked- that if Martyn hurts her, he hurts himself. That’s a reassurance Cleo doesn’t get with Scott as an ally, and ultimately what drives their decision to turn against Scott in the finale
So in case you didn’t catch it- the similarity for Bdubs and Cleo is specific to their tie to their One Person/day 1 alliance. They’re willing to do Everything for this person/group but are consistently either harmed or causing harm through that connection. For Cleo it causes her to be paranoid but for Bdubs it makes him double down on that loyalty. They end up balancing each other out in LimL, but what about Scar?
For Scar, he ONLY has his day 1 ally and no one else. This was quickly established for him in 3L, with Grian being the only person to consistently stand by him. Scar didn’t see this as a part of their agreement, he saw this as a decision Grian made over and over again. This is even expressed in his speech at the end of 3L, with Scar offering his life to Grian in return for everything he’d done to keep Scar alive. They started out together, and they would ultimately die together. And, most importantly, Scar didn’t have anyone else to turn to. It was made abundantly clear that nobody else would take him in, both with Grian being the only person to attempt an alliance at the start and with Scar being put on his red name so early on. Scar ultimately decides that if people aren’t with him through fate, they will never stand by him, and he’s fine with it! At first
Scar goes into LL with the same expectation, that his team would stay together until the bitter end and everyone else is against him. Except Joel is extremely quick to go down to red, an alliance that Scar is never really able to salvage. This leaves Scar alone, and he accepts this as an immediate Fact. He doesn’t see the point in reaching out to anyone, opting instead for scams and empty threats, the same tactic that worked so well for him last time.
And that sort of becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, with him turning away potential allies through his actions. He thought he’d end up alone and created a scenario where he Was Alone. Really, this only serves to reinforce the idea that he will always end up on his own
Enter; DL
This season HEAVILY reinforced his previous mindset, but it also gave him a reason to fight against it. Scar didn’t Have a day 1 alliance, he was fully willing to base alone and to be without a soulmate. Except Grian comes along to drag him into an alliance
And this mirrors 3L to a T but it ALSO flips their dynamic. Grian wasn’t following Scar’s lead, Scar was following his. From his perspective, Scar was the one doing whatever he could to maintain them, and Grian was the one endangering himself. Again, this is opposed to 3L when Scar was endangering himself and Grian was doing everything he could to maintain them
Except Grian does nothing but sabotage their relationship. I think the flipped roles here kind of forces Scar to realize “oh, I’m not destined to be alone, I push people away.” But there’s also an added layer on top of that- Grian doesn’t respect him.
I’ve mentioned that little tidbit in other posts, but Scar really isn’t respected this season! 3L he was respected as a threat, LL he lost that respect through the travelling salesman bit, and DL puts him in a weird spot. He’s respected as a Loose Cannon but isn’t respected as his own person- as in people have a reason to be wary of him but don’t consider his opinions on plans and other things
So going into LimL, Scar’s fully expecting the same treatment and is more or less blindsided by how supportive the Clockers were. His day 1 crew stuck with him!! Not day 1 Ally, day 1 CREW. He finally had a group that stood with him
Somewhat unrelated but I think it’s also important to note that Scar doesn’t expect to survive in Any season. He’s operating under the assumption that death is imminent, wanting to live a life of fun and luxury in what time he still has. In other words, he’s staring with the worldview that’s taught in LimL!! It’s challenged repeatedly but keeps getting reinforced
But to recap; the three of them value their day 1 ally above all else, and are lost without said ally. Bdubs doesn’t know what to do with himself if he doesn’t have his One Person, Cleo becomes paranoid if their day 1 ally is distrustful, and Scar typically doesn’t form connections with Anyone if he doesn’t have a day 1 ally.
But on top of that, Bdubs and Scar are usually following in their teams. Bdubs is headstrong, but ultimately lives to support his One Person. Scar comes up with plans, but doesn’t necessarily want to be in a leadership position. Cleo, on the other hand, does very well in leadership positions because it gives her more control over what’s going on around her. Leading takes away the unpredictability that would come with following
Bdubs and Scar need direction and Cleo’s able to give that to them. While at the same time, Cleo’s learning to be more comfortable with unpredictability. They have! Two loose cannons! But Cleo knows they’re unpredictable and is better equipped to manage that “threat”
Really, together the three of them are able to confront how closed off they are, allowing themselves to trust one another. And this trust is tested!! Especially with Bdubs maintaining a connection with Etho, who’s on another team entirely. AND THAT IS!! SO IMPORTANT FOR BDUBS because he’s forced into a position where he has to realize the harm he’s caused
Looping back around to TIES, basically that entire team had previous issues with him!! They stay at odds with one another because Bdubs refuses to acknowledge he did anything wrong. No he never reconciled with them, but he did start to confront his own issues. He doesn’t single anyone out as a danger, he spends so much time proving he’s loyal to the Clockers that he never falls back on paranoia
Then in Scar’s case, he’s both allowed to be dangerous and respected as a part of the group. NOT ONLY THAT but other alliances respect him! He isn’t constantly running around trying to prove he’s worth people’s respect, it’s just automatically granted to him
I don’t have a neat way to close this off, but something something accepting danger and learning to trust regardless of that danger
Start Post | TIES | Bad Boys
#trafficblr#limited life#bdoubleo100#zombiecleo#goodtimeswithscar#the clockers#this is very bdubs centric because I’m spinning him around in my brain currently
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thinking about what would've happened cleo and martyn won double life [fucking shakes]
#i may or may not be brewing a fic in my head rn#ive been wanting to write a cleo centric fic for a while but couldn't come up with a story...until now#see ya in months if it even happens lol#double life smp#zombiecleo#inthelittlewood
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Interlude: at fort Crastle
(ch 1 - ch 9 - ch 11)
Prince Cleo awoke from yet another hazy fever dream to see Bdubs sitting on the chair next to her bed. She attempted to sit up, but gave up on that after collapsing into a coughing fit.
“Hi Bdubs,” she managed to say after the coughing subsided. “How has your day been?”
“Not good,” he replied. “Sanguacanis keeps invading closer and closer to our lands, and negotiations with king Ren aren't getting anywhere. If this keeps up, we're going to have a war on our hands soon.”
Cleo hummed in response. It was hard for them to care about the political situation in their current state. It's not as if they'd witness much more of it.
“But don't worry about that. How are you feeling?”
“Oh, you know,” Cleo said, gesturing vaguely with their hand, “Whatever I'm feeling now, it'll be worse tomorrow, so when you look at it that way, I feel great!”
Bdubs grabbed their hand. “You'll get better, Cleo. I promise.”
But Cleo shook her head. Bdubs was always so confident that he could simply will good things into existence. Fact was, her sickness was only worsening, and it was only a matter of time before it killed her and left her body so wrecked she'd not come back, no matter what colour her eyes were.
Unless they changed something.
“Listen, Bdubs. I need you to do something for me,” Cleo said, and attempted to sit up again. After some effort, and a steadying hand from Bdubs, they were sitting upright.
“Anything.”
“I want you to put me out of my misery.”
Bdubs' eyes widened in that typical way, and he shook his head. “No! I won't do that. Never.”
“Yes you will. Look, we both know that I'm on my way out--” another coughing fit conveniently emphasised their point-- “And at this point, I'm just a big hurting waste of air. It'd be better for everyone, including myself, if you killed me.”
He looked at the ground. “You'd respawn, if I killed you.”
“Maybe. There's three ways this can go. One, you stab me and I don't wake up. In which case, you'll have successfully put me out of my misery, and you can appoint a new person to be the second Prince, someone that can actually contribute.”
Bdubs closed his eyes and sighed, but nodded.
“Two, I wake up and I'm not sick anymore, in which case the problem is solved!
“And three, I wake up but I'm still sick. In which case... I dunno. Just wheel me to the front lines, stick another arrow in me, and let me die having some fun for my final life.”
Bdubs was silent for a long time. Cleo's mind started to drift, but then he said: “Do you really want me to do it?”
“I mean, you can get one of the guards to do it if you're scared-”
“No- alright. I'll be right back.”
He left the room, and for a moment Cleo really thought he'd gone to get a soldier. But he came back a few minutes later, carrying his sword. It was a beautiful thing, but didn't look like it had ever had blood on its blade.
There's a first time for everything, though.
“I explained what you said to the guard outside,” Bdubs started. “So people will know what's happened if... if this goes wrong.”
Cleo nodded, took one last look at Bdubs' yellow eyes, and closed their own. “Just get it over with, Bdubs.”
“I love you,” he said.
“Love you too,” Cleo mumbled.
Then the pain of the sword being plunged into their chest drowned out the exhaustion and the millions of small aches across their body. It hurt, but in a refreshing way.
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Respawning was more peaceful than Cleo had imagined. She'd expected to have to fight with her own body for survival, but it felt more like waking up after a nice night's sleep. Which she hadn't had in a very long time.
She took some breaths, then sat up, without any resistance from her body. She didn't even feel where she'd been stabbed. Bdubs was still sitting next to the bed; his head shot up.
“CLEO!” he shouted, and before they knew it Bdubs had tackled them and pulled them into an embrace. “You woke up!”
Cleo smiled. “I sure did. Good morning.”
“How do you feel?” Bdubs let go of them, and looked into their eyes. Both of them were yellow-lived now.
“I feel...” How did they feel? Looking down, Cleo noticed their limbs were still notably paler and thinner than a healthy human's would be. Their pain was gone, replaced by a numbness that was a bit unsettling, but far more pleasant.
“I feel remarkably little, actually.”
Cleo sat up, then stood up out of bed. Bdubs offered a helping hand, but they didn't need it; then body did exactly what it was supposed to, even if they didn't feel it.
They looked down at the garment they'd been wearing, which now had a giant bloodstained hole at the chest. “I think I'm going to go change.”
Two hours later, Cleo had changed into real clothes and eaten real food for the first time in days, and Bdubs had just finished giving her a summary of the political situation.
“Right. So, a crazy Red king is marching his crazy Red army all across the continent, and he will defeat ours if he reaches us.”
Bdubs nodded grimly. “Pretty much.”
Cleo sighed. I almost wish I hadn't woken up at all, she thought. But she said: “And how about that rebel group you mentioned? Couldn't we get help from them?”
“Ragtag group of Reds living in the western desert,” Bdubs replied. “I don't think they'll do much for us.”
Cleo shrugged. “Sounds to me like a ragtag group of Reds is the best option we've got.”
#arthropod writes#3rd life fic#3rd life smp#bdoubleo100#zombiecleo#team crastle#home is being uprooted#bit of an intermission; we'll be back to FH-centric soon!
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timesickness (15199 words) by birrdie
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: John Booko | BdoubleO100/EthosLab, John Booko | BdoubleO100 & EthosLab
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Immortality, Historical Fantasy, First Meetings, Time Skips, John Booko | BdoubleO100-centric, EthosLab-centric (Video Blogging RPF), POV Alternating, EthosLab Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Ambiguous John Booko | BdoubleO100 and EthosLab Relationship, Mentioned ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), The Watchers are Morally Grey (Evolution SMP), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Immortal EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF), Time Traveler BdoubleO100
Summary:
Staring at him feels personal, like peering in on a memory he doesn’t know he had. He should know this moment, this feeling, this man. He should recognize that deep, bone-aching pull inside himself that leaves him cemented in that stool, that nags at him that maybe, after all this time, he’s finally ended up in a specific place for a specific reason. There’s plenty of things he’s been waiting for— a sign, a reason, a why— but this?
Bdubs licks his lips. “Do I know you?”
A private smile. Even through the mask, Bdubs can see it. “Not yet.”
“But I will?"
Or; Bdubs jumps through time. Etho outlasts it.
#birdie writes#ethubs#ethubs fic#etho#bdubs#hermitcraft fic#this was a commission and I had such a fun time writing it#ant if you see this thank you for the awesome prompt#I wrote this a while ago I figured it was about time I posted it
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My 'new Hermit' thoughts and predictions
Might as well record these thoughts here, so people can come back and point and laugh once we know who the new Hermits actually are ;)
So far, we have a few clues from the existing Hermits:
In a reply to Xisuma's tweet, both Doc and Cub made references to Snoop Dogg.
As a result of this, some people are speculating new Hermits whose names begin with 'S' and 'D'. We have a few choices for 'S' but the three that I've seen mentioned most often are:
Solidarity (Jimmy)
Smallishbeans (Joel)
Skizzleman
For 'D' there's only one I can think of (I'm not counting Dream, because there's no way it'd be him) and that's:
Dangthatsalongname (Scott Smajor)
However, Snoop Dogg could be a reference to something else entirely: "Fo shizzle". Which... kinda rhymes with someone's name, right?
Remembering here that the new Hermits are very likely to be people that many of the existing Hermits have interacted with in the past, either through the Life Series, MCC, Clash of the Creators, or other SMPs such as the Empires crossover. We know that new Hermits have to be agreed upon with 100% 'Yes' votes from all existing Hermits.
Two that I think we can discount are:
Pixlriffs
fWhip
Both of them, when asked (multiple times) in their streams, have said they're not interested in joining Hermitcraft. And in Pix's case it would be doubly awkward, since he's also the voice of the Hermitcraft Recap. So, much though I would love to see them both (Pix especially) on HC, it's not likely to be either of them. Of the two (if it were either of them) it would more likely be fWhip than Pix (though I would love to be proved wrong. This is mostly a Pix-centric blog, after all.)
Another outlier is:
MythicalSausage
Much though I love Sausage, and much though I think he'd be a great fit for HC, I don't think it's him. He loves his smaller, modded servers, and he's really into his roleplay, whereas HC is not really a roleplay server. They do have story arcs - and Sausage would be great in those - but I honestly don't think he's one of the two new Hermits.
So then our second clue comes from something ZombieCleo said, which was posted in Tango's Discord server. I'll paraphrase it below:
If the two new Hermits had TCG cards one would be a Balanced type, and the other would probably be Balanced or Builder.
i know there have been other hints (and slip-ups) on places like Twitch streams etc, but given just those two clues alone my predictions are:
New Hermit no.1 - Smallishbeans
Joel has the building chops, and he's capable of putting in the grind typical of Hermitcraft. He'd also be all-in for pranks and server-wide shenanigans. He would be the Balanced/Builder type.
New Hermit no.2 - Skizzleman
Because honestly? Everything's pointing towards him being one of them. Particularly the Snoop Dogg references. Fo shizzle, it's Skizzle. (Although where he would find the time is another matter. From listening to the Imp & Skizz Podcast, that dude already seems busy as heck.)
What are your predictions?
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Redstone Is A Potion Ingredient
Prompt: HOSPITAL STAY for @badthingshappenbingo
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steffen Mossner | Docm77 & Xisumavoid
Characters: Steffen Mössner | Docm77, Xisumavoid
Additional Tags: Mentioned ZombieCleo, Hurt Steffen Mössner | Docm77, Steffen Mössner | Docm77-centric, Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Hospitals, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, self blame, inhaling redstone has consequences, Redstone (Minecraft), Angst with a Happy Ending, there's an OC for plot purposes, he's the doctor - Freeform, I need to revisit this concept later
Summary:
Doc learns there are consequences to long-term redstone exposure. He doesn't have a good time, but Xisuma is there for him.
Or: Redstone probably causes an occupational lung disease, wouldn't it?
Redstone, contrary to the odd popular belief, is not toxic. Ingesting it isn't going to hurt anyone--hell, it's a potion ingredient. No, it can be safely eaten or drunk with no adverse consequences, even if it doesn't taste particularly good.
Inhaling it, on the other hand…
(Doc coughed and hacked as the plume of red dust before him billowed in the stagnant, dry air. He waved the hand not holding his lab coat over his face in front of him and staggered backwards away from the wreckage.)
(Doc tripped over a stone and the bulging shulker boxes he carefully had balanced went tumbling in a big heap to the floor. Red fine powder surged up and into the air, tinting his vision red. He scowled and swore and gathered the boxes and lids back up, heedless of the drifting cloud.)
(Doc took a deep breath and wiped his dusty hands off on the front of his shorts. The air was heavy with humidity and powdered redstone. "Ah, I love the smell of a machine coming together.")
Doc didn't think much of it, not in a way that connected. Sure, sometimes he was short of breath or his lungs wheezed on the exhale, but that was just part of getting older, nothing more or less. Surely there was no connection to his lifelong passion.
Surely not.
Read the rest on ao3 HERE!
#bad things happen bingo#hospital stay#hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanfic#docm77#whump#xisumavoid#mcyt#idea writes#hermitcraft angst#hermitcraft hurt/comfort#idea original post
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Nomination Overview - Humour
Well, most of the creators we follow are comedians of some sort or another. Stands to reason that the fandom appreciates humour. To the tune of 17 nominated source materials, in fact!
Title: Fallen Stars
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3653119
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: boxmakerr
Relationships: Ethoslab & VintageBeef ; BdoubleO100 & EthosLab & VintageBeef ; Cubfan135 & GoodTimesWithScar
Characters: Ethoslab, Vintage Beef, BdoubleO100, Cubfan135, GoodtimesWithScar, Zombiecleo, Iskall85
Length of the work: 109,567 words (incomplete fic)
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Superhero/Superpower AU
Type: Fic
Summary:
Etho is just an exceptionally normal guy living his best life. Until he becomes one of the few people to gain superpowers and gets approached with an enticing offer…
He's in over his head, isn't he?
A Etho-centric atypical take on a superpower au, which devolves into something much bigger.
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Title: mise-en-scène
Rating: listed as explicit for sorting purposes
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48359143
Fandom: Karmaland SMP
Author: CoaxialCable
Relationships: Quackity/Rubius, Quackity/Luzu
Characters: Quackity, Luzu, Rubius
Length of the work: 7043 words
Genre: Canon-Compliant, Canon-Divergent, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fluff, Humour, Romance, Slow Burn, Smut
Type: Fic
Summary:
mise-en-scène; everything that appears before the camera and its arrangement.
Quackity asks Luzu for a strange favor. Stanger feelings pursue.
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Title: Ghosting the universe be like:
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35786014
Fandom: HBG SMP
Author: lisatheredfox
Relationships: Fulham & Couriway, Fulham & Feinberg
Characters: Lewis Fulham, Couriway, Feinberg
Length of the work: 1,696 words
Genre: AU, Fluff, Friendship, Humour
Type: Fic
Summary: 5 times Fulham being (part) ghost Sucks, and 1 time it doesn't, actually
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Title: Cheater, Cheater (Mangoball)
Link: https://glittering.world/mangoball/classic
Fandom: Video Blogging RPF
Author: mangobaii
Relationships: Dream/George, Corpse Husband/Wilbur
Characters: Dream, George, Corpse Husband, Sapnap, Quackity, Karl, Wilbur, BadBoyHalo
Length of the work: 20k-ish? Depends on how you count usernames and such
Genre: Crack Fic, Humour, Epistolary, Mangoball
Type: Fic
Summary: DNF social media epistolary fiction. George gets cheated on by Sapnap with Dream; love blooms, among other things.
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Title: Dreams from Within the Cage
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48686653/chapters/122813377
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: Fellusion
Relationships: Grian/Scar
Characters: Scar, Grian, Mumbo
Length of the work: 32,824 words
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Humour, Post-Apocalyptic AU
Type: Fic
Summary: Scar never thought of himself as much of an escapist, until the apocalypse. In just a few short months, the life he thought he’d be living crashed and burned, leaving him stranded without purpose. Amidst his one-man trek through the desert wastes, he dreamed of worlds far unlike his own.
So what happens when those dreams begin to talk back?
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Title: Consequences of the Dead
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30643691/chapters/75602693
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: Lisbis
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Quackity
Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Technoblade, Philza, Quackity
Length of the work: 66,432 words
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Fix-It, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Superhero/Superpower AU, Dimension Travel AU
Type: Fic
Summary: Wilbur rolls his eyes. “I’m just patching you up out of some misplaced sense of guilt or nostalgia or whatever; after this, you can try and arrest me again as much as you want-”
“Nostalgia?” Tommy interrupts. He squints at the figure, all confusing tangents and cynical jokes, the bird still perched on his head. “What, do I know you or something?”
Wilbur’s face darkens. He reaches out a hand, rubbing absently at a long slash going through his trench coat, a tear in the seams of it all. Tommy stills.
“No,” the villain finally mutters with a brittle laugh. “No, you don’t.”
…
Or: Superhero AU in which Wilbur, upon waking up in an alternate universe, accidentally becomes a villain. Maybe not a very good one, though - he remains insanely, outrageously protective over the very heroes (and vigilante) hunting him down.
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Title: THE DIVORCE OF THE CENTURY
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52635358
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: glossyblue
Relationships: Grian/Goodtimeswithscar
Characters: Grian, Goodtimeswithscar, Mumbo Jumbo, BdoubleO100, Zombie Cleo, Rendog and Joe Hills
Length of the work: 7,192 words
Genre: Canon-Compliant, Humour
Type: Fic
Summary: The court proceedings of Hermitcraft’s first ever divorce, centering on Grian (Petitioner #1), Scar (Petitioner #2), Mumbo Jumbo (defense lawyer), a cat (also somehow a defense lawyer?), several judges since they keep quitting because of all the nonsense, and your tireless Court Scribe JoeHills.
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Title: the wedding before everything went wrong
Link: here
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: terracottakore
Relationships: etho/cleo
Characters: cleo, etho
Length of the work: n/e
Genre: Angst, Drama, Family, Humour, Slow Burn
Type: Art
Summary: etho and cleo wedding
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Title: pov: me when i fucking Get You
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45823945
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: doingthewritethings
Relationships: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Alexis | Quackity & Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle
Characters: Quackity, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Slimecicle, Eret
Length of the work: 3,450 words
Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Family, Friendship, High School AU, Humour, Modern AU, Chatfic
Type: Fic
Summary: From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
what would you do if hypothetically speaking. there was this guy. and he was horrible and awful and his hair was so fluffy like sooo fluffy like imagine putting a mop on his head. like a big old mop. or a dog. but instead of being a wet dog he smelled like cinnamon and was probably really good to pet. ohhhh my god.
or, the one where Wilbur thinks they're dating, Quackity thinks they're enemies, and Eret thinks she would really, really, really like to get things done in her student council meetings.
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Title: howling at your door (series)
Rating: E-rated
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3626758
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: ollie_oxen_free
Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Original Character(s)
Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Original Character(s)
Length of the work: 25,920 words (incomplete series)
Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fantasy AU, Humour, Modern AU, Smut, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU
Type: Fic
Summary: schlackity as werewolves. what more could you want?
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Title: Things that never happened (and more that never will)
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44145864#main
Fandom: Crossover Fandom
Author: CoralFlowerDaylight
Relationships: Joe Hills & Technoblade
Characters: Joe Hills, Technoblade and Technoblade's Chat
Length of the work: 3195 words
Genre: Canon-Divergent, Crossover, Humour
Type: Fic
Summary: A fictional VOD transcript for a stream that never happened, ft. Technoblade doing arts and crafts and Joe Hills being Joe Hills
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Title: the misadventures of detective falsewell and grianlock
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29980416/ + blog/art tag
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: sleepyrinas
Relationships: Grian & False & Rendog
Characters: Grian, False, Rendog
Length of the work: 86,922 words
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Drama, Fluff, Family, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Superhero/Superpower AU, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU, Mystery
Type: Fic
Summary: Detectives Falsewell and Grianlock are some of the best in the business, two siblings with a prowess for solving mysteries and any flavor of crime. Of course, not everything goes as simply as they hope. What disasters and troubles await these two detectives in the small town of Hermitville? Only one way to find out!
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Title: A Jackerella Story
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38446057/chapters/96084898
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: wetchickenbreast
Relationships: Georgenotfound/Jack Manifold
Characters: Jack Manifold, GeorgeNotFound, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, BadBoyHalo, Tubbo, Ranboo
Length of the work: 6,328 words (incomplete fic)
Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Drama, Fantasy AU, Humour
Type: Fic
Summary: Jackerella's life fucking sucks. Her goddamn parents died (how inconsiderate) and now she is stuck living as an indentured servant for her evil stepfamily. Her younger stepsister bites people (he won't stop no matter how many doctors they bring him to) and his older stepsister is a megabitch (also a homewrecker). His only friends are talking rats, so Jack is pretty much waiting on a miracle to get out of this mess... and that miracle comes in the form of a charming prince, some glass shoes, and a demon from hell (and the demon has MASSIVE tits).
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Title: Tangotek Evil Incorporated
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48665086/chapters/122758744
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Author: onawhimsicot
Relationships: TangoTek & Jimmy, TangoTek & Grian, Grian & Jimmy
Characters: TangoTek, Jimmy Solidarity, Grian, EthosLab, BdoubleO100
Length of the work: 22,445 words
Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Humour, Superhero/Superpower AU
Type: Fic
Summary: As the supervillain Dr. Blaze, Tango has a penchant for oddly named "ificators" and stylistic flair. He spends his days trying to take over the city, shaming superheroes for their basic costume designs, and then sending said heroes home with better equipment that actually matches their aesthetic because clearly, if he wants a cool fight scene to happen, he's got to do everything around here himself.
For some reason, not many people think he’s evil. On the bright side, the superhero Canary, does and has made it his personal mission to bring down Dr. Blaze! But when he suddenly goes missing, Canary's partner, Parrot, is convinced that Tango is at fault. Seeing as this is not true at all (kidnapping is so gauche), Tango is offended that someone is trying to steal his nemesis right from under his nose. If Tango wants to get his nemesis back, he'll have to work together with Parrot to find and rescue Canary from whatever danger he's got himself into this time.
Because, after all, what's a supervillain without a nemesis?
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Title: the mezalean king's epic quartz trading adventure
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45845215
Fandom: Empires SMP
Author: de_hautdesert
Relationships: N/A
Characters: SmallishBeans (Empires SMP Season 1), SmallishBeans (Empires SMP Season 2), Hermes (Empires SMP Season 2)
Length of the work: 864 words
Genre: AU, Crossover, Humour
Type: Fic
Summary: prompt: "a s1 and s2 character switches places with themselves and chaos ensues"
i dont know how much chaos ended up ensuing but in this fic s1 joel explores stratos!
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Title: Sapnap's Naga Harem
Rating: E-rated
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49846090
Fandom: Dream SMP
Author: ollie_oxen_free
Relationships: Sapnap/Philza, Sapnap/Technoblade, Punz/Sapnap, Alexis | Quackity/Sapnap, Dream/Sapnap, Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Awesamdude/Sapnap, Sapnap/Foolish, Sapnap/Schlatt, Sapnap/Wilbur Soot
Characters: Sapnap, Dream XD, Dream, Philza, Technoblade, Quackity, Punz
Length of the work: 27,870 words (incomplete fic)
Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Fluff, Fantasy AU, Humour, Romance, Smut
Type: Fic
Summary: Fresh out of school with a Masters in Magical Zoology, Sapnap is hired by a mysterious billionaire he knows only as XD to become one of the main caretakers of a new section of his magical menagerie. He's not sure what he's expecting, but ten fucking naga— rare, dangerous, mysterious— were not on the fucking list.
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have you got anything zombiecleo focused that's longer than a one-shot? please and thank you <3
sorry my friend, i couldn’t find any under the zombiecleo-centric tag that was longer than a one shot! if any of the community members know of any that aren’t under that tag feel free to reblog this post! -mod solaris ☀️
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Star Fall
Cross-posted on AO3 here: Star Fall
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Have you ever loved someone so, so much that you actually hated them?
Pearl did. She loved Scott with a raging resentment.
Scott did. He hated Pearl with a cold fondness.
And as the fire scorched the earth around the two of them, Pearl found herself sizing Scott up.
She was bloodied. She was bruised. She had killed again and again.
He was pristine. There was no blood on his hands by choice and by convenience, but that meant little to her. He was a dead shot with a bow and more skilled than any of the people whose blood now coated her axe head.
The few wolves she had left at her side growled bloodthirsty encouragement. Not Tilly, though. Tilly was gone. Part of Pearl’s soul wanted to leap forward to attack with them as Scott stood frozen in shock and awe at what she had done. Cleo was already dead on the side of the hill. What was one more slaughtered friend?
‘Fallen star’ Cleo had once called her by mistake. Technically that was Scott. He was the star child. He was the flash of brilliance.
Pearl was the moon. A beacon in the dark. Powerful enough to raise tides and shape the land as she saw fit. But she had still fallen. Just like Scott. They had taken each other’s hands and strode into a perilous world where bloodlust set in like a disease. It was them against the world. And then Cleo came knocking and it became three against infinity. They were supposed to gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss their way to the end.
Cleo was gone now. So was Martyn, but he had no intention of standing by Pearl’s side after he realized he and Cleo were inextricably linked. Scott had abandoned her. The mirrored beat of his heart alongside hers was still there, though, even if he didn’t want it to be anymore.
They were never compatible soulmates anyway.
But the other half of her, the one who remembered what had been before things had gone so wrong… that part was still reluctant.
Both of them stared each other down from either side of the hill. Neither was ready to make a first move. The space between them felt as vast as the distance between the moon and the stars.
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Pearl, Scott, and Cleo sat on the mossy roof of the Scottage. They were sprawled out, taking a moment to relax now that the boogeyman had finished their kill for the day. It was time to take advantage of the quiet lull before someone ended up losing another life and went red.
They were content to lounge comfortably along the awning and while away their time as they sat and talked. Pearl, in her boredom, had found a Sharpie and reached for the nearest thing she could draw on. In this case, that was Scott’s arm.
“Are you thinking about home?”
“Maybe,” Pearl said with a smirk. “Now hold still, Scott. I’m almost done.”
“Just to be clear, you’re not doing me next.”
“Aw, Cleo.” Scott’s arm shifted in Pearl’s grasp, so she tightened her grip a little. Not enough to hurt him. Just enough to keep him still. She re-adjusted the silver marker in her grip and used it to point at Cleo teasingly. “You’re no fun. It’s not so bad. Think of it like a temporary tattoo.”
“Sure does tickle a lot for a tattoo,” Scott huffed. His fingers flexed against Pearl’s wrist, trying to relieve some of the pressure of her grip. She held on tight, dismissing his discomfort with a click of her tongue.
Cleo snorted. “Thanks. But I’ll still pass.”
Pearl stuck out her tongue at the other girl.
The stars that danced in Scott’s eyes glittered when he smiled. “That’s alright, Pearl. You and I can match. I’ll do you next.”
“Why thank you, Scott. I would love that.” She went back to the drawing on the inside of Scott’s forearm. The silver ink showed up surprisingly well against his pale skin. She filled in the dark side of the moon she had sketched, leaving interwoven layers of lines to make up the illusion of shadows and highlights. A smattering of hand-drawn stars speckled the inside of his elbow. She hadn’t smudged anything yet.
It was a pretty accurate representation if you didn’t count the stars. She knew a few constellations by heart, but not how they would fall in line within the moon’s orbit. Especially not from an Earthside view. Instead, she had focused on the way the light lit up the edges of craters and darkened the depths of dome-like valleys.
“Aaaaaaand… Done!” She finally let go of his hand and smiled as he pulled it back to look over the details. For being a bored doodle on her friend's arm, it may have just been some of her finest work. “What do you think?”
He ran his fingers along the inside of his arm. The constellations in his eyes whirled and shifted as they scanned the detailed drawing of the moon. He was wary of smudging the ink; careful not to let the tips of his fingers brush against the last few lines she had drawn. There was starlight in his smile, the motes of bright brilliant light dancing around his head in shades of red, yellow, and green. “It’s so pretty! I’ve just decided I’m never washing this off. I never want it to go away.”
Pearl’s heart swelled with pride.
“Now it’s my turn to do you.” Scott held out a hand for the marker. Pearl dropped it into his palm and started rolling up the sleeve of her midnight blue hoodie. She offered the inside of her arm eagerly.
“Okay. You got to draw your home on me. So that means that I get to do the same to you.”The silver-tipped marker hung over her skin for a moment as Scott contemplated how to start. He nodded to himself, coming to some sort of decision before pressing the felt tip against her skin.
Scott was right. It did tickle.
Where her moon was made up of round dots and soft lines interwoven to give the illusion of color differences, Scott’s stars were made of hard edges and sharp lines. The arms of the stairs were thin like needles. The dotted paths connecting them were precise and evenly spaced as the constellation began to wrap around the sides of her arm.
Pearl recognized the blown-up image of Corona Borealis, the “northern crown.” The broken lines gave the cluster of stars its shape, while a few other surrounding stars were drawn suspended in the open patches of skin towards the top and bottom of her forearm.
At some point, the half-drawn scene seemed to catch Cleo’s attention. She rolled over to get a better look at Pearl’s arm. Bits of moss still clung to her bright red hair as she shook it out. “That’s really good,” she said, sounding impressed. “Do all fallen stars know how to draw right off the get-go, or are you two just special like that?”
“Ah-ah-ah! I’m not a star child, remember,” Pearl corrected her. She would have waggled a finger to punctuate her point, but she didn’t want to move her arm and mess up Scott’s work.
“Fine. Do all celestial beings automatically come with massive amounts of talent or do you have to work at it like the rest of us?” Cleo’s words came out clipped. She was short on patience, but well-meaning and almost teasing as she motioned between Scott and Pearl.
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Scott answered, as he added a few radiating lines out from the far edge of the constellation. “You both know that I’m perfect in every way.” That got a few laughs out of both of the girls.
Pearl shrugged the shoulder of the arm Scott wasn’t working on. “Nah. Me and Scott worked at this. I still practice sometimes. It’s not like I just popped into existence knowing how to build like I do.” She leaned back, looking off toward the cobblestone towers rising over the trees to the south. “Grian, though, he’s built different. If he told me that he’s always known how to make things look nice, I’d believe him.”
The smirk on Cleo’s face widened. “And now you’re using those skills to build a death chamber.”
“Yup!”
“Brilliant.”
There was no guarantee Pearl would ever experience the boogeyman curse, but she wanted to be prepared. She wasn’t like Scott who tiptoed around the idea of death. Cleo and her were more alike in that regard. She was ready to welcome the thrill of the kill. “Thank you for helping me, by the way.”
“Of course. We’re a team. We’ve got each other’s backs…” There was a harsh glint in the back of Cleo’s eyes. A subtle growl to her words as she drew them out. Pearl could tell that BigB’s betrayal at the Fairy Fort was still fresh on her mind.
Pearl didn’t want her worrying about that again. She and Scott wouldn’t do that. Scott was far too honorable, and Pearl had been open with her plans for the trap she had been building underground. “We are,” she stated plainly, hoping the immediate response would help soothe Cleo’s nerves. “And I wouldn’t want to work with anyone other than you two.”
“All done!”
Scott finally released Pearl’s arm. The drawing shimmered in the late evening. It reminded her of her own eyes, the silver ink light and radiant like the disc of a full moon. The interconnected lines of the constellation were like a map leading to someplace neither Scott nor she could ever return to. It looked like he was feeling a little homesick as well.
But this was their new home now. Their new normal. They were embracing it.
“I love it. Thank you, Scott. Are you sure you don’t want one to match, Cleo?”
Cleo’s lip curled. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked back and forth between both Scott and Pearl’s arms. Finally, she relented with a sigh.
“They are rather pretty, aren’t they?”
That was all the permission Scott and Pearl needed. Scott immediately uncapped the marker once more, while Pearl pulled another out of her pocket. This one a more bronzey copper.
“What do you think, Scott?”
“I think we stick with a theme.”
“Do we do the Earth for Cleo?”
“I think we do the Earth for Cleo.”
Cleo rolled her eyes, but she held out her arms dutifully. “Why would I expect any different from the two of you? It’s not like I’m the only one from here.”
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Alas, that world was never made to last. True to who he was, Scott shone bright. He outshone everyone, even. The star child who tried to avoid killing others at all costs ended up the last one standing.
Pearl was happy for him. Her and Cleo had cheered for him from beyond the edge of existence, where Grian’s watcher magic kept the lost souls at bay. And when Scott joined them, they embraced him with open arms and congratulations.
Their alliance of three had stood strong until the end, and then it was time to say “So long. Until next time.”
But ‘next time’ involved meeting up in another world, for they could not return to the last.
This new world they were visiting was run by different laws. In the last world, lives could be traded like currency, but in doing so you ran the risk of running out. This was made even more risky with the presence of an insatiable desire for death that came and went called the ‘boogeyman curse.’ Pearl hadn’t minded that part so much.
By the law of this new world, though, you were bound to a soulmate.
Pearl wasn’t sure why the inside of her forearm felt all tingly when the tether was tied around her heart. Warmth spread from one side of her inner arm to the other in a wide, uneven C shape. It was pleasant but unexpected. Nobody else she had seen since coming here mentioned anything about a tingly feeling.
When she pulled up her sleeve, she could see an uneven curve of dots interconnected by broken, glowing lines. It shone silver like the moon. Cold like ice.
Odd.
The others, they didn’t have anything like that. None of them mentioned the trace of needle-like sensations.
They mentioned the overlapping emotions as two souls overlapped into one. They talked about how they could feel a second heartbeat. They complained at length how there would be an occasional twinge of pain in their ankles as if landing after a big fall, or scratches against their skin as if a mob had attacked them.
Pearl had that as well, but it seemed like everyone else also had a strange quirk that had developed outside of the norm. For Joel, it looked like the iris in his left eye had lightened to a muddy red. When she ran into BigB, it was the pair of fluffy ears growing out of the sides of his head. (It didn’t take much for her to figure out whom he had been conjoined to). Hers just happened to be lines glowing on her arm.
So Pearl decided not to think much of it. After all, there was so much to see in this great big world.
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“Scott! Scott, wait!”
It felt like she was crash landing all over again as Scott turned his back on Pearl. If she closed her eyes, she could almost convince herself that the pain in her heart was one and the same as the pain when she fell.
The crushing weight in her ribcage was doubled and staggered as the betrayal and frustration weighing down on Scott mixed with her own heartbreak and grief. Their hearts beat in unison, breaking further and further apart as they did.
All she had wanted was a bit of fun and adventure. So what if she got a little hurt along the way? She hadn’t gotten the two of them killed.
“But you could have,” Scott hissed, reading her mind. He turned on her, fingers curling at his sides. “I was scrambling like crazy to get enough food to take care of the both of us, for you!”
“I was being careful!”
“You went into the NETHER!”
Pearl winced. She couldn’t exactly deny that.
“I can’t believe you. I don’t see you for one day, and you go and do something like that?! You do realize me and Cleo were looking all over the server for you, right?”
The tingling in her arm burned with his anger. She set her mouth in a thin line, not willing to show how much his words bothered her. But that wouldn’t work. They were bound. He could feel her unease as easily as she could feel his fear. His stardust was threaded throughout her moonstone-clad heart.
Considering they could tell what the other was feeling, she didn’t have to say it out loud, but she replied out of courtesy. “I was looking too. But I couldn’t figure out my soulmate. And then I bumped into Martyn and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun exploring.”
The anger faded away. To Pearl’s surprise, the secondhand emotion turned to bitter disappointment.
“You couldn’t figure it out?”
There was genuine hurt in his expression when she looked him in the eye. He held his arm out and rolled up his sleeve. The inside of the forearm was shining dimly, just like Pearl’s. Only the marking on his arm was different. It was a large circle made up of curved lines, shadows, and a smattering of stars.
“Oh…” So that wasn’t a large sideways C on her arm. It was the Corona Borealis.
She had forgotten about the doodles they had drawn a couple of worlds ago.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Scott’s emotions soured. He could feel her guilt welling up and there was nothing she could do to hide it from him. “I can’t believe this. You actually forgot.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did! You didn’t even realize what that was, did you?” he snapped, pointing at her arm. “You weren’t looking for me. You were looking for anyone who fit the bill for a soulmate.”
“But I’m glad it’s you. We can be Gatekeep, Girlboss, and Gaslight together. Just like last time.”
She reached out towards him, but Scott flinched away. He stumbled back into the trees, putting as much space as possible between the two of them.
“No. No Gatekeep. No Girlboss, and no Gaslight. Not this time. Me and Cleo were there for each other while you were off risking our lives. As far as I’m concerned, she’s my soulmate.”
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It was awfully lonely up in Pearl’s tower.
There was Cleo and Scott, who were doing their best to avoid her. And then there was the rest of the server.
Ren had called her a witch. BigB had agreed. She was pretty sure Bdubs and Impulse were afraid of her. Martyn still wasn’t talking to her. Joel and Etho were alright, at least until she stole Joel’s chest plate. Whatever tentative friendship they had before that had gone out the window.
At least she had Tilly. The wolf was resting its head in her lap, begging for scratches around the ears. She whined, shoving her head into Pearl’s stomach.
Scott would feel that. It wouldn’t hurt him, but he would be feeling the rough scrape of the wolf’s claws as Tilly tried to crawl into Pearl’s lap. Just like she could feel the stiffness in her shoulders from Scott’s long day of chopping trees and tunneling out the mines.
Pearl absently rubbed at the space between her wolf’s ears as she stared at the mark inside her arm. The constellation glittered back at her with cold silver light. She could remember the way the marker tickled against her skin as Scott had drawn it.
She should tickle Scott back.
Tilly whined as she gently pushed the wolf out from her lap. She followed at Pearl’s side as she looked out the window.
There was a snow-covered mountain in plain view. That would work.
So she took the ladder two rungs at a time. When she reached the bottom, she spilled out the bucket of water in her inventory so Tilly could leap down after her. The wolf splashed paws first in the puddle she had made. From there, it was only a hop, skip, and a jump to get to the snowy side of the mountain.
As soon as she found a pile of powdered snow, she submerged her arm all the way to the shoulder. Soon the tingle of the mark was overshadowed by the bite of the cold. Pearl pushed herself deeper into the snow drift until she was standing in it. Goosebumps appeared on her skin. It was starting to sting.
Hopefully, Scott felt that tickle.
Tilly, ever the loveable ball of fluff, leaped into the snow next to Pearl. Pearl reached out to scratch the wolf’s scruff and she rolled onto her back. Clumps of snow went flying as the wolf kicked them up, growling with glee.
It gave Pearl something to keep her mind off the cold. Scott’s annoyance was already starting to kick in. Pearl could taste steak on her tongue. Her belly felt full, despite not eating. Scott was eating for the both of them.
He wasn’t coming. She could practically hear his thoughts. No matter how much she tried to get his attention. He had Cleo. It was time Pearl accepted that.
So she focused on the here and now. On her and her wolf. She laughed, flinging her hands out to send a flurry of snow raining down on Tilly.
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Teaming up with Scott and Cleo had been a bad idea. It was a good idea in that if the four of them were ever going to work together, now was the time. The entire server was in chaos, and they were stronger together than they were apart. But it was a bad idea in that both Scott and Pearl couldn’t calm down around each other. There was too much suspicion. Scott was nervous that she would make trouble. That worry planted the thought in her head. It was tempting, but this was also the deep dark where they could easily lose one of their precious lives. And honestly, Pearl was nervous they would leave her alone again.
They were trying, but it wasn’t going the way either of them had hoped.
It was a good thing wardens were blind. The light emanating from both of them kept half the cavern well-lit. Scott’s starlight outshone her own moonlight, and she let it. Not everything had to be a competition and she was trying to stay on her best behavior.
Scott spared Pearl a look out the corner of his eye as they tiptoed across patches of skulk. “You’re not going to pull out a bucket of powdered snow, are you?”
“No.” She pulled the hood tighter over her head as an excuse to avoid eye contact with him. “But I could if you want another tickle.”
“No thank you. I’d rather not.”
Cleo and Martyn were still laying out a trail of wool on the other end of the cavern. It would be a while before they caught up
“You know what, Scott, it might have been hard to forgive you at the start of the season for just abandoning me like that, but you know what? We’re pretty good. You’re a pretty good partner.”
“Thank you. I mean, we tested it last time and it worked well. It was just… you hurt my feelings when you went away with Martyn and then we looked for you for ages and I couldn’t find you. And then I was sad…”
Pearl pushed aside a screen of skulk as they crept towards the warden tunnel. “You know, I’m just gonna talk to that for a second. How about the reverse, right? You were off with Cleo from my perspective.”
Scott frowned. “We bumped into everyone else. We were actually looking for our soulmates.”
“I was looking-”
“Hello,” Martyn called out. He and Cleo appeared from over the deepslate brick wall. “Have you found what we were looking for?”
“Yeah,” Scott said. He and Pearl looked away from each other, taking a few steps further apart. The conversation was essentially over, and neither of them felt any better about the situation.
Pearl could feel it in her bones. This temporary alliance wasn’t made to last. Scott and Cleo were in it for themselves. So was she.
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It was all over, one way or another.
There could only be one survivor.
Pearl was having a hard time looking at Scott and the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. The constellations in them were dim as he spotted Cleo’s body. Her hand went to the constellation on her own arm. The grief was overwhelming.
“I didn’t think it would end this way,” he muttered.
“To be honest, neither did I.”
She shifted the ax in her hand. They were linked. They could feel everything the other could. They both knew what had to happen. Scott’s thoughts drifted at the back of her mind. ‘She deserves it.’
He reached into his jacket pocket. “Pearl, you deserve this more.” She stumbled back as he pulled out a bundle of TNT.
“Excuse me! What do you mean?!?”
The starlight in his eyes flickered. The fuse lit.
“Tilly death do us part, Pearl. Tilly death do us part.”
The fuse reached the top of the explosive casing.
“SCOTT-!”
There was a supernova of light and fire. A blast that rivaled that of a dying sun.
And then Scott’s starlight flickered out in the shadow of the moon.
#whumptober 2023#prompt no. 27#“you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding”#traffic smp#life series#trafficblr#double life#last life#creative writing#major character death#3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series-Typical Character Death#animal death#star child scott Smajor#scott smajor#pearlescentmoon#moon deity pearl#pearl-centric#zombiecleo#soulmate identifying marks
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A Bloody Sunrise
by EnderIris
The fourth Quarter-Quell has arrived and the country of Panem waits in silence to hear the announcement of the rules. President Schlatt, Game's Master Quackity, and his apprentice Tuberculosis (Tubbo) stand over a crowd of people, waving into a camera. Tommy and Ranboo sit quietly at home, dreading the possibility of being sent to the game.
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Hunger Games, but with Hermitcraft and DreamSMP members with Minx for no reason I can explain :)
Words: 4413, Chapters: 2/18, Language: English
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Hermitcraft SMP, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: Gen
Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Alexis | Quackity, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Karl Jacobs, Callahan (Video Blogging RPF), Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Zak Ahmed | Skeppy, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), John Booko | BdoubleO100, Sam | Awesamdude, Liam | HBomb94, Cara | CaptainPuffy, Jack Manifold, Alyssa | ItsAlyssa, Phil Watson | Philza, Minx | JustAMinx (Video Blogging RPF), Rendog (Video Blogging RPF), Natalie Arnold | StressMonster101, Wilbur Soot, ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), Charles | Grian, Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu & Ranboo, Niki | Nihachu & Ranboo & Technoblade, Ranboo & Technoblade
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, Inspired by The Hunger Games, Mentor Phil Watson | Philza, Mentor Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Not videoblogging rpf!!, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Betrayal, Drugs, Morphling specifically, Reapings (Hunger Games), Blood and Gore, Character Death, Alliances, Uneasy Allies, President Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF)
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So I've spent the afternoon reading through many of the fics in the @hermitcraftguesstheauthorevent collection that piqued my interest and these are the ones I've enjoyed the most that i wanted to rec. I have nfi who wrote them but they're very good and you should read them too and leave them some lovely comments. <3
'And They Were All Roomates' - bc the world needs more Etho, Ren, & Bdubs roomates fic frfr
'Preserve Thy Body Preserves Thy Soul' - Cleo & Joe, being very Cleo and Joe.
'The boulder like belly rubs' - Zed & the Entity silliness.
'Soul That's Pretty Hollow' - I'm usually not one for angsty tragic backstory ConVex, but this one works for me. It's such an interesting set-up.
'all my style, all my grace (all i tried, to save my face)' - ZombieCleo becomes Human Cleo for Demise. The descriptions of the transformation is so well done.
'Soft to the touch' - Pearl-centric soup group meets eldritch horror plants but it's so well done. i'll never look at the soup group bases the same way again.
'Books Abandoned' - False-centric Fae AU fic that has such an interesting premise.
As for my own fics, well. if you know my writing style and what I tend to write, it shouldn't be that difficult to pick mine out. I did try to tone down some of my more obvious tropes and traits but they're there if you know me well. If you find them, please leave a comment, and I hope you enjoy them! :D
#hermitcraft#fanfic#rec list#hcgta event#convex#cubfan135#gtwscar#zombiecleo#joe hills#pearlescent moon#geminitay#falsesymmetry#zedaph#etho#bdoubleo100#rendog
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Lexicon
AO3 Link Here
Summary:
Xisuma doesn't swear. He doesn't curse. He doesn't use foul language. He softly reminds the others to watch theirs, as well. He finds better ways to express what he's feeling. Until—well, he doesn’t.
Or: Five times Xisuma swears in front of the hermits, and one time he swears in front of his brother.
Words: 5,706
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Relationships: Xisumavoid & Rendog, Xisumavoid & GoodTimesWithScar, Xisumavoid & ZombieCleo, Xisumavoid & Bdoubleo100, Xisumavoid & Keralis, Evil Xisuma (Hermitcraft) & Xisumavoid (Video Blogging RPF)
Characters: Xisumavoid (Video Blogging RPF), Rendog, GoodTimesWithScar, ZombieCleo, BdoubleO100, Keralis, Evil Xisuma (Hermitcraft)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dominions, Hermitcraft Season 9, Rated T for Language, Xisuma-centric, 5 + 1 Fic, Galaxy Xisumavoid, Werewolf Rendog, Shapeshifter GoodTimesWithScar, Mermaid ZombieCleo, Clairvoyant BdoubleO100, Shapeshifter Keralis, all of those are approximations lol, no beta we die like the creepers in the first scene, Platonic Relationships, Galaxy Evil Xisuma, Xisumavoid and Evil Xisuma are Brothers, Mild Hurt/Comfort, in that idk how it got this bad lmao it was supposed to be a light-hearted oneshot??
This is part of Bells Overhead, a Hermitcraft Dominions AU. It's meant to serve as a little intro to some of the characters and what their roles are as part of the Dominions.
#oaths fics#hermitcraft fanfic#hermitcraft#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#fanfiction#oaths multiverse#dominions au#bells overhead au
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hello fortnight gamers, in the eager anticipation of LAST LIFE: ITS 3RD LIFE BUT WEIRDER, and in the vast lack of a LL-centric public discord server, I've made one!
You may ask, uhh why you? Because I've done this shit before. Moderation of discord servers is what my pappy did, and his pappy before him, and his pappy before him. And I was a moderator for a big youtuber for a good two years so sadly I know the ropes. :Pensive:
A note: The server is shipping neutral. If the CC has consented, there is a specific, OPT-IN area for shipping discussion. Please, please god no discourse about shipping. Just let people do their thing. Thanks.
Another note: This is not a greater MCYT server. The only fandoms focused on are Last Life, Hermitcraft, and Maybe Empires If People Ask. DSMP is strictly outlawed, unless in specific situations.
THE SERVER CODE: UCAUhwa7da
we await you... (zombiecleo NOT. included in this discord server.)
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 3rd Life SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Background Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname
Characters: Joel | SmallishBeans, Grian, Jimmy | Solidarity, Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname, ZombieCleo
Additional Tags: Not RPF, Joel | Smallishbeans-Centric, 3rd Life SMP - Freeform, Malicious World AU, POV Second Person, Discussions of death, discussions of death by burning, unreality, if you think of any other cws/things i need to tag this as just comment and i'll add it
Series: Part 1 of i'm a fire and i'll keep your bitter heart warm
You’re fine with that, though. That’s just the way your story always goes.
You live. You burn.
#3l joel is my punching bag#sorry#3rd life smp#3rd life smp fanfic#smallishbeans#mcyt#i literally posted some snippets from my wips earlier and this wasn't one of them#i wrote this in half an hour#/ sadie's shit#/ sadie's writing#/ sadie's creations#/ mine#/ my heart won't start ('cause it's missing some parts)#/ te#/ mc#/ 3rd life smp
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